Everything Ariella (COMPLETE)

Kai Embrose

TW for suicide, none occurs for the characters but their pasts includes something around it. Careful please.

I took a long inhale.

I knew I'd smell of weed but fuck it.

My head was throbbing, my eyes heavy.

I was over today.

"Hey Kai." Cole I think came over.

I nodded to acknowledge him.

I offered my blunt and he took it.

I wanted it to be night, I wanted the darkness to consume me.

My favorite time of day.

"Keep it." I told him as I left the lot and walked back into the school.

I went to the lunchroom and saw blondie, two people sitting with her.

I walked over there and decided to sit by the dude.

"Hey neighbor." I said.

I took the Apple from her tray and she looked at me like I had hurt her.

"What?" I asked, biting it.

"I was gonna eat that." She muttered.

"Your neighbor is hot." The girl next to her eyed me and I winked.

"What's your name?" The girl asked.

"Kai." I nodded.

"Hi Kai, I'm Peyton, that's Nate, this is Ariella." She introduced.

"I like that. Do you go by Ella or-"

"Ari." She immediately sputtered.

"You're strange. Anyways I'll be off. I'm pretty sure we have next period together too." I stood, leaving to my locker after I put the half eaten apple on her tray.

"Kai right?" I heard a voice behind me talk and I turned.

"Yea." I nodded, a girl standing in front of me.

"You're really cute, maybe you could take me to dinner?" She smiled.

"I'm not with that gender-1900's shit." I said.

"I'll take you then?"

"I don't go on dates." I blinked.

"How bout a quickie?" She but her lip and I laughed.

"That rooms empty."

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I opened my curtains to see the house across from me carried a crying girl in her room.

I frowned.

What could be so bad? She got rejected?

Our houses were pretty close, I could see her well.

She lifted her head from her knees, purple on the side of her face.

I sat there as a man barged in, angrily grabbing her jaw, yelling something as he moved to her window and shut her curtains.

I heard a knock at my door and went down, getting the pizza.

I paid, my eyes on that house.

When he left I went across the street not caring of my attire as I knocked on the door.

It took about three minutes till the man opened it.

He looked bigger in the window. He was small, to me. He was average height maybe 5'10 but pretty burly.

"Uhm I don't know if I got the right address but it's my last delivery, would you like a free pizza?" I asked and looked down at his hands.

Covered in blood both fresh and dried.

My heart nearly cracked.

I knew this exact situation all too well.

Last time I lived it I realized I hated life and made my first suicide attempt.

Unfortunately I lived.

He opened the box and felt the warmth of it.

"Stay here, I'll tip you kid." He said and walked away, the door still open.

He didn't question my clothing, no shoes, nothing.

"Ella!" He screamed and she shuffled down the stairs.

"Pay this man. I'll be in my room, you get one slice that's all. Too fucking fat. I don't wanna pay a hospital bill again." He grumbled as she dug into her wallet.

She came to the door, looking up.

Her eyes widened, mouth dropped.

She trembled, tears down her red, unmakeuped face, she had bruises on her face, her lip cut open, but no major damage there.

Where did the blood come from?

She lifted her finger to her lips, motioning for me to be quiet.

I nodded.

I did take the money.

She was shaking.

"Ella!" He screamed and she jumped, giving me a faltering smile, tears glistening in her eyes as she shut the door.

I wanted to vomit.

I wanted to actually puke.

I felt sick.